Theres A Boat Dats Leavin Soon For New York
Sporting life
Thats the thing, ain it? an membuh theres.
Where that come from. listen: theres a boat dats
Leavin soon for new york. come wid me, dats where
We belong, sister.
You an me kin live dat high life in new york.
Come wid me, dere you cant go wrong, sister.
Ill buy you de swellest mansion
Up on upper fith avenue
An through harlem well go struttin,
Well go astruttin,
An derell be nuttin
Too good for you.
Ill dress you in silks and satins
In de latest paris styles.
And de blues youll be forgettin,
Youll be forgettin,
Therell be no frettin
Jes nothin but smiles.
Come along wid me, hey dats de place,
Dont be a fool, come along, come along.
Theres a boat dats leavin soon for new york
Come wid me, dats where we belong, sister,
Dats where we belong! come on, bess!
Bess
You low, crawlin hound! get away from my door, I tells
You, leave it, you rattlesnake. dats what you is,
A rattlesnake!
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Dat's What I'm Talking About (feat. R. Kelly)
[Missy]
Uhhhh
Ahhhh!
Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa)
Well let me take you there
Are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!)
Now there will be some heat and some friction
Don't get alarmed cause I'll put ice just to chill the night (I'm just being polite)
And I want to see if you're into it
Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhhhh!)
With you I might wanna spend my life
[Chorus 1]
You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talkin' bout
You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout..
ALRIGHT!
[R. Kelly]
Now all I wanna do is, baby
Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like
AAHHHHH!
Bet your bottem dollar
Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea)
Well, one hit of this sex weed
Guaranteed to get you high
Like a mutha for ya (No, baby)
You won't even know what day it is
Cause after I come from downtown
Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea
Until you tell me carrisley stop
Put it like this
It's like fresh up out the kitchen
The way I got your oven
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Dats What I'm Talkin About
[Missy]
Uhhhh
Ahhhh!
Have you ever been in the mind of a virgin?
It gets hot and curious (And ooaaa)
Well let me take you there
Are you ready, boy?
Come on baby, strap up, cause it might get serious (uh ooaaa!)
Now there will be some heat and some friction
polite)
And I want to see if you're into it
Intimate kisses and huggings so sentiment (ohhhhh!)
With you I might wanna spend my life
[Chorus 1]
You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talkin' bout
You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby that-that's what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout..
ALRIGHT!
[R. Kelly]
Now all I wanna do is, baby
Is make your dove cry and make your body scream like
AAHHHHH!
Bet your bottem dollar
Can make you believe that you can fly (Yea)
Well, one hit of this sex weed
Guaranteed to get you high
Like a mutha for ya (No, baby)
You won't even know what day it is
Cause after I come from downtown
Girl I'ma wanna go another round, yea
Until you tell me carrisley stop
Put it like this
It's like fresh up out the kitchen
The way I got your oven so hot, mama
I'ma hit from the back, and the front, then the side, then bounce it up
and down like this
And baby, everyone gonna say you're a pimp
Cause I'ma have ya walking with a limp
[Chorus 2]
You make the freak come up out me
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Go 'head like it's my birthday
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You make me say oooaa! 'til I can't speak
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
You don't know just what you do, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
When I'm rocking, slow dance with you
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Cause you put chills on my arm when we kiss, yea
Dats what I'm talkin' bout
Baby dat-dats what I'm talking bout
Dat-dats what I'm talking bout
[BRIDGE: Missy]
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea
Cause..
Sex me, like me
Kiss me, hold me
Touch me, feel me
Do me baby, yea
(R. Kelly: This is the greatest bridge I ever heard)
ALRIGHT!
Yea, Fo shizzle my nizzle
you sho nuff the dizzle
And that's on the rizzle, ooooo
Boy, you feel me sizzle (feel me sizzle)
So sweet helped me do almost anything
[CHORUS 2] w/ad-libs
[MUSIC FADES]
song performed by by Missy Elliott
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Dats a Doobee Dah Dum Dum Doo
I appreciate,
High cloud mornings.
When the dawn appears,
On the rise.
I appreciate,
All I see...
The Sun doesn't hide from me.
I appreciate,
Those high cloud mornings.
When the dawn appears on the rise.
I appreciate,
Every season...
I'm allowed to grow.
Up...
And in front of your eyes.
And knowing our love grew too!
Dats a doobee dah dum dum doo.
Dah...
I get that while holding you,
Dah...
Dats a doobee dah dum dum doo.
Dah...
And knowing our love grew too!
I appreciate,
High cloud mornings.
When the dawn appears,
On the rise.
I appreciate,
All I see...
The Sun doesn't hide from me.
Dats a doobee dah dum dum doo.
Dah...
Ah doobee dah dum dum doo.
Oh ooo ahhhh,
Ah doobee dah dum dum doo.
Oh ooo ahhhh,
Ah doobee dah dum dum doo.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Cute Teacher
A cute teacher comes daily to teach us,
however she doesn't have enough for us,
since she has the confidence,
she gets his voice upto the fence,
dats how she teach us,
when students ask her the questions,
she find herself in the vast situation,
but she gives the answers,
due to her level of confidence,
which is upto the fence,
but doesn't have any logical sense,
i attends almost...ooppss sorry..all the classes
of her,
to see how god can make any lady so beautyful,
i can do any no. of assignment to get a single
glimse of smile of her,
but it comes so rarely..
but it does encourage me to do something...dat will
get his face filled with smiles..
dats how what our teacher..oops sorry..my cute
teacher is...
poem by Aarush Khandelwal
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How Beautiful U R
How Beautiful u r
You r beautiful
Not only because of the curve of your hips
Or the shape of your body
Not only because of the fullness of your lips
Or the curl of your eye lashes
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than you
You r beautiful because you have a heart
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you have a brain
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you give advice
And that is a beautiful thing
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than you
You r beautiful because you have confidence
You r beautiful because you have determination and wit
You r beautiful because you have goals and you plan to reach them
You r beautiful because you always there to lend a helping hand
You r beautiful because you want to be
You r beautiful because God made you that way
You r beautiful in my eyes
There is no one more beautiful than You
Dats y u r de beautiful one in dis world?
Dats y u r my friend? ?
Thanks for being my friend...
poem by Arjun singh Chhabra
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Cant Help Lovin Dat Man
Oscar hammerstein ii / jerome kern
Oh listen, sister
I love my mister man and I cant tell you why
Dere aint no reason why I should love dat man
It must be sumpin dat de angels done plan
De chimbleys smokin
De roof is leakin in
But he dont seem to care
He can be happy
With jes a sip of gin
I even loves him when his kisses got gin
Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
I got to love man till I die
Cant help lovin that man of mine
Tell me hes lazy
Tell me hes slow
Tell me Im crazy, maybe, I know
Cant help lovin that man of mine
When he goes away
Dats a rainy day
And when he comes back dat day is fine
The sun will shine
He can come home as late as can be
Home without him aint no home to me
Cant help lovin that man of mine
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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My Code
$ GET $ MONEY $
$ SPEND $ MONEY $
$ STAY $ FLYY $
$DATS$DA$CODE$I$LIVE$BY
poem by Dustiney Sharkey
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Cant Help Lovin Dat Man
Oh listen, sister,
I love my mister man,
And I cant tell yo why,
Dere aint no reason
Why I should love dat man.
It must be sumpin dat de angels done plan.
Refrain:
Fish got to swim, birds got to fly,
I got to love one man till I die.
Cant help lovin dat man of mine.
Tell me hes lazy, tell me hes slow,
Tell me Im crazy (maybe I know).
Cant help lovin dat man of mine.
When he goes away
Dats a rainy day,
But when he comes back dat day is fine,
De sun will shine!
He kin come home as late as kin be,
Home widout him aint no home to me.
Cant help lovin dat man of mine.
~~~
My man is shifless
An good for nuthin too
(hes mah man jes de same)
Hes never round here
When dere is work to do.
Hes never round here when deres workin to do.
De chimbleys smokin,
De roof is leakin in,
But he dont seem to care.
He kin be happy
Wid jes a sip of gin.
Ah even love him when his kisses got gin!
Repeat refrain
*note: the source for these exact lyrics come directly from my lyrics by
Oscar hammerstein ii book.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Repin Ma Endz
U BETA LISTEN 2 DIS SHIT
COZ IMA ONLE SAY DIS ONCE
I DNT TAKE SHIT FRM NO1 NOR DOEZ MA HOMIEZ
U GT A PRBLEM?
COM DWN 2 LONDON TWN
DNT FINK IM SERIOS?
TRI ME BLUD ILL SPRK U OWT
DATS WHT IM SAYIN BLUD
IREP MA ENDZ
YEYE
SMKE WEED EVRYDAY..
poem by Bbi Kit kat
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Don't Phunk With My Heart
(Fergy)
no no no no don't phunk wit my heart
no no no no don't phunk wit my heart
(Chorus) Fergy
I wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby, in love baby
I wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby, in love baby
Girl you know you got me got me wit your pistol shot me shot me
And I'm here helplessly in love and nothing can stop me you can't stop me once I started you can't return me once you bought it I come and baby don't got it I come and baby don't got it so lets be about it
Baby have some trustin' trustin' when I come wit lustin' lustin' cuz I bring you dat comfort I ain't only here cuz I want you body I want your mind too. Interesting when I find you and I'm interested in the long haul come on girl Yeehaw!
(Chorus)
no no no no don't phunk wit my heart
Girl you had me once you kissed me my love for you is not iffy I always want you wit me I'll play Bobby and you play Whitney If you smoke I smoke too dats how much I'm in love wit you. Crazy is wat crazy do I'm in love I'm a crazy fool
(Fergy)
no no no no don't phunk wit my heart
Why uou so insecure when you got passion and love here ya always claimin I'm a cheater thinkin I'm up and gonna leave ya for another senorita you forgot that I need ya u must of caught amnesia dats why you don't believe her (yeah check it out)
Don't you worry bout a thing baby cuz you know you got me by a string baby
Don't you worry bout a thing baby cuz you know you got me by a string baby
Baby girl you make me feel you know you make me feel so real I love you more than sex appeal cuz a, dat dadat dadat dat dat girl dat da dat da dat dat dat girl (repeat 2x more)
(fergy)
no no no no don't phunk wit my heart
no no no no don't phunk wit my heart
(chorus Repeat 2x)
Don't you worry bout a thing baby cuz you know you got me by a string baby
Don't you worry bout a thing baby cuz you know you got me by a string baby
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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My Blackness
Yes I am black and dats a fact.
To some its just a colour,
I look at it as the history of my ancestor.
As my friend said 'black is about spirit and soul'
Hell yeah its d most precious thing in d world.
So my definition of black...........
I am loving my blackness,
I know I am a 'Nubian Empress'.
So divine, wonderful and kind,
Dis is how I am goin to be for a lifetime.
Apart of dis black dynasty......
LOVING MA SKIN AND EVERY PART OF ME! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Get Money
Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/
once upon a time, i ran into dis cat/
mike showed me his life, how it fade to blak/
Dat D-boy hustle was da only thing he saw/
hit da curb, flip a bird, nigga's sellin raw/
my mann had role models...dem ones wit da riches/
dey was ridin on blades and a flock a bitches/
wit da shine in his vision, dat life so exsqusite/
da game had him gassed up afta a couple visits/
he was ready 2 prove mann/ dat he was dat dude mann/
da numba 1 hustla, so he got on da move mann/
he hit da mound, pitchin white like he was roger clemens/
gotta phat farm of chickens, da fiends called him russell simmons/
his hustle game was vicious, a hungry lil nigga/
his product movin ridicious, so da packages got bigga/
he copped a topless S 6,5 stones on each fist/
ice out grill 2 chill da sierra mist/
Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/
now my man jimmy here was different, did things right/
explained his story, how he was winning da fight/
his daddy was a janitor, mama was a nurse/
moved him out da hood, so dey wuld neva see da herst/
drivin dey boy, who got caught in da mix/
he was ridin he tricycle, da boy was only six/
but he grew n da suburbs, got all a's in school/
he was outshinin da whites, since king change da rules/
he started hustlin like his daddy, no job he wouldn't do/
u could see him n da mornin shine'n people shoes/
got a job bussin tables, makin sum chump change/
he was payin 4 college, not drivin in a range/
makin his way thru law school, he made sum friends/
da hard work paid off, cuz he ridin in a benz/
call him betty crocka's husband, cuz he makin dat cake/
dude is livin great, eatin lobsta an steak/
Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/
da story gets twisted, da game gets funny/
we see who was hustlin who, gettin dat money/
now mike had kisha, da baddest ho eva/
kept her in diamonds, and louie V sweatas/
on da low she got married 2 a lawyer named jimmy/
she was playin him like dat bitch played semmi/
a queen checkd Kings, she played em like chess/
a cold hearted bitch for what she did next/
she gave 5-0 everything, showed mikes hand/
he laid down his pair a nines, headed 2 da can/
Got Jimmy 2 prosecute, mike had jimmy killt/
police found out, kisha smooth as silk/
she got Mike's money, he got life in da cell/
because she married Jimmy's, she got his as well/
da end of da story, we see da real hustle/
she rob both niggas, didnt even flew a muscle/
Get MOney, Get Money, dats how a nigga eat/
hustle fast, hustle hard, its how its gotta b/
n da office or da block, niggas gotta get it/
hustle socks, hustle rocks, its how niggas live it/
poem by Dis Guy.... His name is Clif
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New York City Boy
When youre a boy
Some days are tough
Lying on your bad
Playing punk rock and stuff
Home is a boot camp
You gotta escape
Wanna go and wander
In the ticker-tape
You feel the deal is real
Youre a new york city boy
So young, so run
Into new york city
New york city boy
Youll never have a bored day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
The street is amazing
The hoochies unreal
Check out all the hardware
At the latest deal
Hear a song
Thats the bomb
If you dont get the mix
Its got eighty-six
You feel the deal is real
Youre in new york city
New york city boy
Youll never have a bored day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
New york city boy
This is your reward day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
Then as the evening falls
You can return its calls
You feel the deal is real
Youre a new york city boy
So young, so run
Into new york city
New york city boy
Youll never have a bored day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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New York Times
New york poor new york
New york poor new york
Cars choking your child to death
But you dont wanna see
Cause you only think about yourself
How blind can you be
New york poor new york
Sniper on the rooftop new york
New york poor new york
Not fit for a dog in new york
Everybody bites on the big apple
Leave the hungry in tears
But no one gives a damn no one really cares
How they feel theyre just paper people not real
You need a gun to walk into new york
Now youre broke and youre out on a ledge
Who can help you this time
Now youre down to your very last cent
Still youre askin me who was your friend
I was your friend
New york poor new york
Who turned the lights out in new york
New york poor new york
Just another blackout in new york
Girl dead on the 26th floor
But no one knew her name
Found her body behind the door
Too young for the game
New york poor new york
Devils in the subway new york
New york poor new york
New york poor new york
Talkin talkin talkin - watch out
Harlem touching midtown new york
New york poor new york
Talkin bout new york new york
Moneys getting tighter new york
Theyre burning the bridges to new york
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Tribute to My Man (Tupac Amaru Shakur)
Thug life soldier
thats what you are
thug life soldier
thats what I need
So why don't you come to me
cuz i'm in need
in need of your love, in need of your touch
pcych, let me stop playing
I'm really in need of your words, in need of your songs
cause thats what moves me
thats what keeps me going, thats my fuel
my energy, my cool
so keep it coming pac
cuz without your words to keep me going
I'ma pick up another habit like sewing..(lol)
so thug life soldier
please don't stop
cause, dats whats keeping me sober
don't be like boys and be over
cuz thug life soldier
I won't stop, till you stop
cuz thug life soldier
is what you are
and thug life soldier
is what I need
poem by Funmi Esuruoso
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4get About him
4get about his name
Remeber dat nothing is the same
4get his face & stay out of his case
Remember this isnt a race
4get the love you once knew
Remember he has someone new
4get about him when they play ur song
Remeber when you cried all night long
Remember how he did you wrong
4get about how close ya once were
Remember that he chose her
4get how you memorized his smile his face and even his wa; l
Remember dat ya dont talk
4get the things he used to say
Remember dat day he went away
4get the way he would hold u tight
Remember he is with her tonight
4get everything you did
Remember dat day ya had a fight
4get dat ya didnt last
Remember dats in da past
4get how he told you he loved you
4get how he told you he would leave you never
Remember he is gone 4ever
poem by Janelly Spanelly
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Money In The Ghetto
Verse one:
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and to up cars
Wall to wall dirty on carpet
Sit in a buckethopin you can start it
And ride around to the liquor store
Cant get a job get drunk some more
You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
Cause in the ghetto theres a good life
We aint starvin like marvin and wont see no roach
When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
Ya sittin on leather watchin big screens
Bought by the dope fiends
Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs
Save money and workin hard
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya only got one life to live
I know a brother dat got some cocaine
Ya know his face but dont know his name
Ya know he got the sack man
And hes sittin on a phat bank
Sellin cars at his house in the driveway
Being so clean dont roll it just fly away
Cause folks got money in the ghetto
Yea you know
Chorus:
Hey hey hey
What cha got to say
(its money in the ghetto)
Hollywoooooood
Havin money in the ghettooo
Verse two:
Money in the ghetto aint nothin new
Its been like dat way before you
Was even born get up from the down stroke
Chocolate city for the black folks
Say it loud in ya hot pants
Man child in the promise land
I take ya back to icebergs land
And all the playas that came before him
If you a everyday hustler, get cha money
Cause what they do to black man aint funny
All the time tryin to put us the pen
You get parole and then they send ya again
All the homies in the hood gettin paid
You might have left but the money stayed
In the ghetto it aint all bout drugs
Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
Only rule on the street is dont get caught
Unless ya hustle aint breakin the law
And even though rich folks got it good
Were sittin on it phat in the hood
Im ridin dem gold ones
Smokin dank and its potent
Ask dem fools cause they know
Its money in the ghetto
-chorus-
Verse three:
I got money baby just tell me the price
Cause short dawg aint nuttin nice
I always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin
Spend fo get an ounce a dank then
Rich nigga get high relaxin
And if I bust a ben frank get some andrew jacksons
Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
You know the math lets make deal
On a one dollar bill if ya look on the front
Ya find the face of george washington
Make money baby dats all I do
Dats how I know thomas jefferson is on the two
Abraham lincoln got shot and died
Freed the slaves so they put him on the five
And how much in my old time friend
They put his face on the front of the ten
They are the dead presidents
From the hood and they represent
The american dream for the average monority
Make some money get some weed and a forty
Im on the east side livin like a king
Kick back watch a fifty inch screens
Bounce to the west and hit studio
And spend my money in the ghetto
-chorus-
song performed by by Too Short
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My sister dont
My sister please dont cry
My sister dry your eyes
My sister don't end your life
My sister your not his wife
My sister he's cold as a snake
My sister he's just a fake
My sister everything will be better when you wake
My sister Ive seen the pills you take
My sister he's full of lies
My sister don't even try
My sister your the one everyone likes
My sister don't start a fight
My sister it ends tonight
My sister I need you, don't end your life
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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Corner Of The Sky
(stephen swartz)
If any of you have been in new york recently youll know that pippin is one of the biggest broadway show throughout today. pippin is the story of emperor charlemaines so
Could never ever find hapiness. he tried everything. he tried war, he tried religion. and he even tried a little sex. but it didnt work. too bad for him! the song Id like to do for you know i
M pippin. and its about his search for fulfillment to find his corner of the sky.
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
Ive got to be where my spirit can run free
Gotta find my corner of the sky
Everything has a season
Everything has its time
Show me a reason
And Ill show you a rhyme
Cats been on the window sill
Children fit in snow
Why do I feel I dont fit in
Any place I go
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
Ive got to be where my spirit can run free
Gotta find my corner of the sky
Every man has his day dream
Every man has hit goal
People like the way dreams
Have of sticking to the soul
Thunder clouds have their lightning
Nightingales have their soul
Cant you see I want my life
To be something more than long
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
Ive got to be where my spirit can run free
Gotta find my corner of the sky
So many men are destined
To settle for something small
Dont you know that I wont rest
Until you know I had it all
So dont ask where Im going
Just listen when Im gone
And far away youll hear me singing
Softly to the dawn
Rivers belong where they can ramble
Eagles belong where they can fly
Ive got to be where my spirit can run free
Gotta find my corner
Gotta find my corner
Gotta find my corner of the sky
Sky
song performed by by Diana Ross
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Safe In New York City
(young - young)
Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You dont need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and Ill make you obscene
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
All over the city and down to the dives
Dont mess with this place itll eat you alive
Got lip smackin honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma ready to slam
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
Movin all over like a jumpin bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin your way now you may be in luck
Dont you fret boy shes ready to buck
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
New york, new york, new york
I feel safe in a cage in new york city
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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